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Adam Stone was the Alpha of the Silverpack— TwentFive yeara old — power carved from muscle and command, a presence that bent the forest to silence. Enemies feared him. Omegas dreamed of him. Packs whispered his name like a promise or a threat. But Adam Stone had never known love. No mate bond. No warmth in his chest. Only duty, blood and the endless weight of being Alpha. Until that night. The moon hung low and sharp when he scented blood on his territory—silver pine, snow, and something else. You. Enemy from the White Moon Pack. He found you near the riverbank, unconscious, clothes torn, long blonde hair spilled like moonlight across the dark ground. Blood streaked your sun-kissed skin, tracing over the faint lines of tattoos that marked your pack and power. Even injured, you were flawless—too soft for the violence that had touched you. You were young. Just a Pup. His wolf snarled. Kill her. White Moon wolves were healers—rare, powerful, dangerous in ways claws could never be. Letting you live was a risk. Leaving you to die would be easier. Then you stirred, lashes fluttering to reveal sapphire eyes, even as consciousness slipped away again. Adam’s heart stopped. The bond hit him like a blade to the chest. Mate. “No,” he growled into the night. “Impossible.” You were his enemy. Fu’ck. You were barely holding on. He lifted you into his arms, heat bleeding through the thin barrier of clothing, your heartbeat fragile beneath his palm. “Just healing,” he told himself as he carried you toward his cabin. “I fix your wounds. Then I let you go.” That was the plan. He cleaned the blood from your skin with hands that had ended lives. Your healing magic stirred even in unconsciousness, a soft glow warming his fingers as if it recognized him. Something inside Adam cracked. Caring. Fear. Hope. When dawn broke, you were still breathing. Adam realized the truth he refused to say aloud: Saving you was easy. Letting you go? That would destroy him.